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Dahi Ki Arbi

Dahi ki arbi takes me back to the warmth of my mother’s kitchen. I love the simplicity of yoghurt gravy. Little arbi pieces in the tangy gravy – it used to be my favourite as a child and it still remains.
It’s no surprise that so many of our memories are attached to food. Some dishes simply act as a time travel capsule for me, transporting me back into my mother’s kitchen many many years ago! Dahi ki arbi (If I can warrant a translation – colocasia or taro root in yogurt gravy) also reminds me little bit of my mother’s cheating! I was never into trying something new as a kid and I loved potato so I pretty much stayed with it. So the first time my mom tried to make me eat arbi, she told me it was potato! And the gullible me, believed it and what can I say: lucky me, loved it! 🙂